There's somethin' moighty quare in it.

It's my notion that Hawley's got hold av thim papers av yer father's.

The owld gint thinks so, too, an' that's why he's so hot afther catchin' him.

May the divil admoire me av Oi know where this Maclaire gyurl comes in, but Oi'll bet the black divil has get her marked fer some part in the play.

What would Oi do?
Be goory, Oi'd go to Sheridan, an' foind the Gineral, an' till him all I knew.
Maybe he could piece it together, an' guess what Hawley was up ter." Hope was already upon her feet, her puzzled face brightening.
"Oh, that is what I wanted to do, but I was not sure it would be best.
How can I get there from here ?" "Ye'd have ter take the stage back to Topeky; loikely they'd be runnin' thrains out from there on the new road.